#Sorry for the quality i had to sketch it on my phone ^^;

[izel-scribbles]

modern dollins spy au that me and @ellamenop came up with!!!

[kirrryash]

@lutelyre I can't leave double kudos and I'm shit at commenting, but your Inuyasha/Miroku fics altered my brain chemistry, I LOVE how you explore Miroku, he shines as his worst self!

[star-melon]

U remember when u said u’d draw Narancia? (I’m in your walls)

Lmao I lowkey forgot abt that but uhh here he is :D

[odileeclipse]

*flips sunglasses on and tosses this to you before scurrying away

Oof- anyways I hope you're feeling better now mootie!! Make sure to eat and drink to regain some strength!!!

(I swear the quality frickin dipped once I transferred this from my other phone this phone-) Really sorry it looks a bit rushed TvT lol I had to run some errands after posting this. It was supposed to be a sketch but my brain and fingers couldn't help it hehehe

Sincerely, from your mootie!

-❄️💙

Thank you mootie it looks like perfection, even in this state I'm in I'm not blind to your remarkable work I feel so much better looking at this it's really made my day, this looks incredible I feel so honored to have been graced with your art!!! Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts I appreciate you so so sos sosos much!!!

<3

I am resting up and taking it easy taking a lot of naps and drinking lots of water!!!!

I LOVE YOU MOOTIE GAHHH THIS IS MAKING ME EMOTIONAL ygureofjiowelks

[therealsilvermist]

Billie Eilish x F Reader thought 18+ MDNI

Tw: teasing, lip biting, mostly fluff, mentions of grinding/dry humping, teeny tiny angst like a glimpse

An- Hi Laveda! This is my second Billie ‘thought’, I’m still getting my account sorted but I hope you enjoy this, Al’s box is always open and requests are currently open for head canons!

Billie was highly aware of the fact that you loved when she looked at you seductively. Even if you got shy from it sometimes you loved it. You loved having her attention on you. Especially after touring, and being busy 24/7.

She will sit with her legs open or just one leg hoisted up and focused on work. Subconsciously biting and licking her lips. They were plump, beautiful and soft to the touch. Physical touch was one of the many things you had in common and spending time together.   

She would have you sitting in her lap while she worked on some vocal takes, listening to different audio or simply just drawing and sketching some ideas out.   

You loved watching her put hard work into her music with her brother. You were happy that while you couldn’t be there with her most of the time it was nice to know she still had her family.  

Billie, every once in a while, will give you a kiss, rub your back or squeeze your hip to let you know she hasn’t forgotten you in her lap.   

Sometimes she would trail her hand up and down, teasing you, sometimes on purpose sometimes not. It depended on how she was feeling in that moment. You busy yourself in your lap watching a show, being on your phone, etc.…  

Sometimes when Billie plays melodies out loud or upbeat music, she will rest her hands on your hips and gentle squeeze them. Silently telling you she wants you to get up and dance with her.  

This entails her pulling you closer to her chest, “what’s wrong, baby? Too excited?” She’d tease as she would away your hips together, placing gentle kisses along the nape of your neck.  

She’d pulled you closer to her body, letting the rhythm of the beat controlling your shared movements. Digging her face deeper into your hair, breathing in your shampoo.  

The feeling of your hips dancing with hers, the feeling of your hands intertwining with hers. The murmuring of potential song lyrics humming out into the open.  

The feeling of you grasping her closer to yourself brought herself to worrying thoughts. She knew it had been a while since you’ve had quality time together. The feeling of your bodies swaying together felt so nice. Feeling you so close and warm and cozied in her arms.  

How long has it been since you’ve danced together? How long has it been since she’s made you hers? How long has it been since she lived up on you?  

“I’ve been such a bad girlfriend, forgetting about my lady, I’m so sorry, baby.” She would continue to whisper in your ear. Raspy voice controlling your thoughts and feelings. You’ve missed her so much, her words, her laughs, jokes, smile, etc.  

Turning you around in her arms, she would pull you closer against her, nose barely grazing yours “I’ve missed you sooooo much” Billie says, smirk coming alive on her face.   

You recognized that look all too well, and you knew she was up to no good, and you were the one to help her with her troubles.  

As you stare into her eyes, getting lost in them, taking note of her pretty smile, you let out a chuckle. “Whaaaat” Billie would whine out, playing koi like, she didn’t know what she was going. 

Rolling your eyes you pull Billie towards your shared bedroom, hearing her sinister chuckle behind you. A smile started break out on your lips, even if she was silly sometimes you still loved her. You don’t mind spending this kind of time with her either. 

[crackedpumpkin]

ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱ || ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴇɴ - ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ||

a/n: Hey guys, it's CrackedPumpkinSZN here. I'm sad to announce that this fic is gonna be discontinued. I know some of you were really excited for an update, but I'm no longer connected to this fic the way I used to, and I don't want to post subpar quality that'll let both you and I down :(

I'll be updating the chapters with the stuff I've written for future chapters and all, as a sort of prelude to what I had planned originally for this. I'm really sorry again, but I hope you had a great time reading this shit show lmao, it's one of my favourite crack fics I've ever written.

Thanks for sticking with me for this leap of faith :) I'll be posting the drafts I had too, including the Prom ones! I hope you have fun with them :)

[ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] | [ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

“How can I solve for x if I don’t even know y?”

Miles underlines the equation once more, disbelief in his eyes as he utters, “You just solved for y.”

“Oh. No, you’re right. I did!” You scribble your final answer at the bottom triumphantly, only for your heart to sink at the sharp breath he inhales upon seeing it. “What, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how you did it, but you got the wrong answer with all the right equations.” He answers simply, letting you take the notebook from him. You scan the calculations, frowning when you don’t see anything wrong.

Well, maybe seeing nothing wrong is what’s wrong. 

You’re gonna flunk your maths test.

“Welp. That’s it. Looks like you can chalk up a failure next to your lofty list of achievements.” You state, taking a sip of your drink. “I’m unteachable.”

“C’mon, you’re not that bad…” He trails off, glancing back down at the book. “Okay, maybe you could improve a little on your logical process.” He amends. “Let’s take a break.” 

“Sounds good to me,” You shrug, pulling out your drawing pad and resuming the sketch of his eyes. “What’s your school like anyway?” You ask curiously, narrowing your eyes as you try to get the lines just right on this stupid sketch.

“It’s…decent.” Your sceptical glance makes him clear his throat, “It’s a bit more challenging, but I can handle it. What’s your best subject? Maybe we can start on that instead; try a new angle.”

“My best subject?” You hum, tapping your pencil against your drink as you try to remember. “Science, I think. I am incredible at biology. Suffice it to say that the principal does not want me to be near any lamb hearts.”

“That,” He says slowly, “is terrifying.”

“Enh,” you shrug, putting your drawing pad down to actually hold a conversation with him. Who would’ve thought? You and Miles Morales, sitting down in a cafe and studying. It’s a massive jump from blackmailing him to jumping off a building. 

He’d even allowed you to keep sketching him for inspiration, offering to help you out when you’re stuck. He’s truly an angel, agreeing to tutor a hopeless case like you. You grab the notebook he hands you, flipping it open to see detailed notes and a mind map.

“That’s pretty sick.” He seems pleased by your compliment, waving it off. 

“That? Oh, that’s nothing, just a little somethin’ I put together during study break.”

“I can tell. Y’know, the bunch of hot air that just left your mouth? It actually contributes to greenhouse gases.” You point out. He scoffs, taking back his notebook. 

“Nerd.”

The cafe is mostly quiet, with only the two of you and a cafe worker who’s busy using her phone at the counter. Makes sense though, seeing as it’s nearing midnight. Your test is tomorrow, and you've been here since six pm trying to get the concepts into your head.

Key word being trying.

“I don’t know Miles, maybe this was a bad idea after all…” you sigh in defeat, staring up at the ceiling as you slump down in the comfortable chair. 

“Hey, c’mon. Don’t say that,” He chides, leaning forward and handing you your drink. You hold out a limp hand, letting him pull you back up into proper seating posture. “We just gotta figure out how to make you retain all this info, y’know?”

“Look. This?” You hold up the notebook you’d used earlier to write down the answers to the maths questions. “This doesn’t work, dude. I can’t do this. But this ?” You put it down and pick up your sketchbook, flipping through the pages of still-drawn life to self-portraits. “This, I can do.”

An idea seems to hit him as he stares at your notebook silently, pondering on it for a good moment while you await a response. “Hang on.” He fishes through his bag, pulling out a sketchbook of his own and rapidly turning through the pages to an empty one. 

He picks up a pencil and begins to scribble something down. You eye him sceptically, pulling out your phone and beginning to scroll through social media. A video of Spiderman saving yet another civilian appears on your feed, watching it with interest when something catches your eye.

“Morales, can I ask you a question?” He looks up when you call his name, raising a brow in curiosity. Turning the phone screen around, you show him the paused video where he’s running along the side of a building in his full suit, with an unzipped backpack in hand and Jordans on his feet. 

“Do spidey-powers really affect your footwear too? How would that even work?” The question leaves him speechless, and you can practically see the cogs turning in his mind as he struggles to provide an answer. 

“Just Spiderman things, I dunno,” he replies after giving it some thought. 

You raise an eyebrow at his answer. "Just Spiderman things, huh?" you repeat, tapping your phone thoughtfully. "So, you're telling me that web-slinging and wall-running somehow doesn't mess up your sneakers, but your powers can make you run up walls? Seems a little... contradictory, don't you think?"

Miles rubs the back of his neck, clearly not prepared to discuss the intricacies of his web-slinging physics. "Look, it’s not like I control the science behind it," he shrugs, clearly evading the topic. "It just... works, okay?"

You smirk, enjoying his discomfort, but then a more serious thought crosses your mind. You look back at your sketchbook, flipping through the pages absentmindedly. “You know,” you begin, your voice quieter, “I really do need to get this math down, or I’m definitely failing. I mean, the fact that you’re sitting here tutoring me is pretty cool, but I’m not getting it the way I should .”

Miles glances at you, and for a second, he looks almost like he wants to say something reassuring. Then he just gives you a small, encouraging smile. “You’ll get it. Maybe... not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually. You’re not stupid. You just think differently.”

You blink, taken aback by his words. It wasn’t something you expected to hear. The way he said it, with that quiet confidence, made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you could do it. You weren’t just a hopeless case.

You let out a sigh, leaning back in your chair, still not fully convinced, but willing to give it another shot. "Alright, alright, I'll give it one more try... but only if you promise not to laugh when I inevitably get it wrong again."

Miles chuckles, shaking his head. "You got it. But I’m serious. You can do it." He holds up his sketchbook, showing you what he’s been scribbling.

On the page are rough doodles, but they’re not just random sketches. They’re visual explanations of the math concepts you’ve been struggling with. Diagrams, symbols, even funny little characters to represent different variables.

“You ever think about drawing out your problems?” Miles asks, a little embarrassed by his own ideas, but clearly invested. “Sometimes it helps to put things on paper the way you think about them. Like, I’m visualizing the math, but through pictures. Could work for you too.”

You blink at the page in front of you, your curiosity piqued. "This... this might actually make sense." You nod slowly, flipping through the doodles. “Alright, so I’m basically turning the math problems into comics?”

“Exactly,” Miles grins. “Turn the problem into a story, and the solution just kinda... follows.”

The idea of translating numbers and equations into something visual starts to settle in your mind. You nod, more determined now than before. "Okay, I’ll try it. If nothing else, at least I get to doodle."

"That's the spirit," he says, leaning back in his chair as you pick up your pencil. "But no matter what, you’re not a failure. You just gotta find your own way to get it."

The enthusiastic smile on your face falters upon glancing at the thick textbook on the table. The sight of it saps all your energy instantly, staring at the taunting words on the cover. Your hand reaches for your drink, only to find it empty. 

“...I’m gonna need a lot more coffee for this.”

— — — — — — 

“Hold on. You got the same answers?” Michael scoffs in disbelief, his sneakers scuffing against the tiled floor of your school hallway.  He’d bounded over to your seat after the bell rang, test papers handed in, cheerily exclaiming how easy it’d been.

The shock sets in when he rattles off the answers he wrote down, only to pause when you chime in, telling him you got the same answers for questions five through ten.

He blinks, poking your arm repeatedly until you give him an annoyed glance. “Are you sure you haven’t been replaced by an alien?” he asks incredulously. “You? Forever in the negatives in Math?”

“Did you cheat or something?” Nicole asks, effortlessly joining your conversation as she slips into step beside you. “I mean…” She raises an eyebrow when you give her a side-eye. “It’s a possibility. I respect it, personally.”

You roll your eyes, coming to a stop. “For your information,” you place your hands on your hips, a smug grin creeping onto your face, “I studied .”

The two of them stare wide-eyed before they exchange a glance, bursting into a fit of giggles. “Very funny, pinto. But for real, how’d you do it?”

“I just told you,” you huff, continuing to walk while feeling mildly insulted. You couldn’t really be mad at their reactions, though. Before Miles had helped you out, every study session with the both of them always ended up the same way: you, leaning back in a chair with an open textbook over your face and praying osmosis would come in handy for once.

The sound of your name being called makes you turn, blinking when Miss Dawson approaches. Michael stands dumbly at your side before Nicole grabs his wrist, tugging him away. 

“Miss Dawson,” you greet, your attention drawn by the paper in her hands. “Is there anything you need? If this is about the melted crayons, I can explain-”

“Not that, dear,” she waves it off before pausing, your words sinking in. However, she dismisses it with a shake of her head, handing you a flyer. You take it, scanning its contents before raising your head.

“You want me to participate in an art competition?”

“Not just any art competition, dear.” She points at a specific line, and your head stutters in your chest when you process it. 

Winners will have the opportunity to display their piece in The Metropolitan Museum of Art. 

Your eyes widen as you reread the line. “ The Met?” you repeat, voice an octave higher than usual.

“Yes, the Met,” Miss Dawson confirms with a warm smile. “It’s an extraordinary opportunity for young artists to showcase their talent. And I believe you have what it takes to stand out.”

You hesitate, the significance of her words pressing down on you. The Met. It’s no small deal. You think about your art, the hours you’ve poured into it, the tentative pride you’ve felt when something turned out just right. But is it really Met material?

“I don’t know,” you start, biting the inside of your cheek. “There are probably a ton of people who are better at this than me.”

Miss Dawson tilts her head, her expression a mix of patience and encouragement. “That may be true, but none of them can create what you create. Art isn’t about comparison, it’s about expression. Your perspective matters.”

Her words tug at something deep inside you, and for a moment, you let yourself imagine it: your work hanging in the grand hall, visitors pausing to admire it, whispering about its depth and emotion (possibly buying it too). You exhale, feeling a flicker of determination ignite.

“Okay,” you say, straightening your posture. “I’ll do it.” You glance at the flyer again, nerves still buzzing under your skin, but your lips curve into a confident smile as you add, “I can do this.”

Miss Dawson’s smile widens. “That’s the spirit. The sign-up sheet is in the art room. Don’t wait too long, though. The deadline is Friday.”

“Got it,” you reply, already moving toward the art room with a shaky grin.

I can do this.

— — — — — — 

“I can’t do this,” you blurt out, collapsing onto the floor next to Miles.

He looks up from his sub mid-chew, one eyebrow raised.

You place the drink you’d grabbed for him next to you, running a hand through your hair. “What was I thinking? The Met? The Met? I’m not ready for this. What if I embarrass myself? What if—”

Miles holds up a hand to silence you, still chewing. He swallows deliberately, then says, “First off, thanks for the drink.” He takes another bite of his sandwich, his nonchalant demeanor both infuriating and grounding.

“Second,” he continues after a pause, “you’ve already decided to do it, right? So why freak out now? Worst case, you don’t win. Big deal. Best case, your art’s in the Met, and I get to brag that I know the artist.”

You groan, leaning back against the wall. “You’re too chill about this.”

“And you’re too hard on yourself,” he counters, gesturing at you with the half-eaten sub. “You’ve got this. Just... don’t psych yourself out before you even start.”

You sigh, staring up at the night sky. The stars above twinkle in that mocking way of theirs, making you frown. “I guess.”

Miles gives you a lopsided grin. “That’s the spirit. Kind of.”

You groan, burying your head in your hands. “I don’t even know what to draw,” you grumble, your voice muffled against your palms. “The theme is self-identity . Like, what does that even mean? Who even am I? Am I even real? And how am I supposed to figure that out on paper?”

Miles chuckles softly, chewing the last bite of his sub. You peek at him through your fingers, your rant far from over.

“I need inspiration,” you declare, throwing your hands into the air. “Maybe I need, like, an endorsement. Yeah, that’s it. An endorsement from Spider-Man himself.” You glance at him dramatically. “You wouldn’t happen to know the guy, would you? Maybe he could swing by, tell me I’m doing great, and give me an idea or two.”

He leans back, arms crossed, watching your theatrics with pure amusement. “You done?” he asks, one eyebrow raised.

“No,” you reply flatly, flopping back against the bench. “But go ahead. Enlighten me, oh wise one.”

Miles shakes his head, his grin softening. He places a hand on your shoulder, the gesture unexpectedly comforting. “Look, I get it. Sometimes, when I’m stuck on stuff, like really stuck, I just go for a swing through Brooklyn. Suit on, city lights, the works. Clears my head every time.”

You blink up at him, your interest piqued. “That… actually makes sense.” A spark of excitement lights up in your eyes, and you grab his shoulders, your voice rising with enthusiasm. “Let me try it! Oh my God, please. Just one swing! Maybe the adrenaline will give me ideas.”

Miles laughs, leaning back slightly to escape your iron grip. “Hold up, hold up. That’s not exactly how it works.”

“Why not?” you demand, undeterred. “You said it helps you. It could totally help me too!”

“I don’t think you realize what you’re asking,” he says, smirking. “Swinging around the city is not as easy as it looks.”

“I’ll figure it out,” you say confidently, already buzzing with anticipation. “Come on, Miles. Please?” You clasp your hands together in mock prayer. “Just think of it as helping an artist in need.”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I?”

“Only if you say no,” you shoot back with a grin. “But surely you wouldn’t leave a civilian artist hanging, would you?”

Miles shakes his head, muttering something under his breath before standing up. “Alright, but if you puke or break something, that’s on you. Deal?”

“Deal!” you chirp, practically jumping to your feet. “This is gonna be amazing.”

He gives you a wary look, though there’s a small smile tugging at his lips. “We’ll see about that.”

— — — — — 

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[quibbs126]

So I’ve been drawing these

I brought a sketch pad with me, and we had gone out for lunch, but my iPad was out of battery, so I decided to just draw Cookie Run characters

I just realized I forgot to color Pistachio’s head things. I think that was because I wasn’t sure what color the triangles should be

Also note, I haven’t drawn traditional in about a year. So it doesn’t look as good as my normal stuff (I am unable to edit my sketch lines like I am on Procreate)

I will say, in terms of coloring, Purple Yam and Cinnamon easily came out the worst. I brought my 72 Prismacolors set, but I didn’t have the right colors for those two, so yeah. But Purple Yam is definitely the worst, Cinnamon just came out kind of weird

I have a 132 pack somewhere in my room, but I didn’t bring them. Maybe they would have looked better with those ones

I originally had a white gel pen, but I couldn’t find it, so no highlights. Sorry. I doubt I can get another one while here, but if I can, you know

I wasn’t really trying to do anything with the characters, I was just drawing the characters. I drew Pistachio because we were at an ASDA and I saw a picture of green ice cream, so I thought it was pistachio flavored, which made me think of drawing Pistachio. Then I drew White Choco because she goes with Pistachio. Then I drew Purple Yam because my grandad liked his design (I have pictures of a lot of the characters on my phone). Today I drew Cinnamon because why not

Then I drew Milk with long hair, because I think he would look good with it. If anyone makes him a future design, they should give him long hair, I’m sure he’d look good with it (and maybe you could say it’s in reference to Dark Choco when he met him)

But yeah, just thought I’d show these

Hmm, maybe I should do a scan of this instead of just a not very good quality picture. Maybe later

[castielmydarling]

Suptober 2023-Day 3: Inspired

Pen to Paper-672 words on AO3 or below Summary: Dean is away from Cas longer than he likes so he finds a creative way to past the time.

Sam leaves the bathroom giving Dean a quick ‘good night’, the sorry again is left unsaid but Dean hears it all the same.

“Night, Sammy.” Dean clips. He knows it’s not his fault but that doesn’t leave Dean any less annoyed. He heads into the bathroom for his own quick shower. 

Almost a week ago Sam had come to Dean with a quick milk run hunt. ‘Two days, tops’ he said, Dean wasn't really up for it since it meant having to leave Cas behind. 

Before the Empty Cas’ powers weren’t the best but now they seemed to be failing him more. The past couple of weeks have been especially hard, he’s been so tired he’s sleeping more and more. Dean knew Cas would probably insist on coming, always one to put his needs last. 

Sure enough when Dean told Cas about the hunt he started getting out of bed saying he was ready. One look from Dean shut that down. 

“I know you want to help and believe me I want nothing more than for you to come but you’re not ok. And don’t give me that I’m fine crap because I know you’re not.”

Cas sighed conceding that Dean was right. The silver lining was Jack would be staying home too so at least this meant he could have some quality time with him. 

Dean packed quickly, if he waited too long he’d never leave. He went back to the bed, pulling the covers over Cas. He reached down, gently stroking his hair back before giving him a kiss on the forehead. “Sam says two days, we’ll do it in one and I’ll be back before you know it, ok?”

Cas nodded. “Be careful, Dean. I’ll miss you but don’t rush on my account.”

Dean smiled. “Always am. You just rest up and don’t worry about me, ok?” He gave him another quick kiss and set off. 

That was five days ago. 

Sam’s milk run of a hunt turned into a whole damn Costco shopping trip. After the third day Cas was ready to ignore Dean’s pleas to stay home until Jack finally convinced him it was safer for them both if Cas stayed. 

This was the longest they’ve been apart since the Empty and Dean hated every minute of it. He scrolled through the (very) few pictures of them on his phone but it wasn’t enough. He would remedy that the second he got home but for now he did the next best thing-he drew.

He took the notepad from the hotel desk and just started sketching. He didn’t even know what he was drawing until it took shape, Castiel’s eyes. He used a blue pen to fill them in but it didn’t do them justice. 

Then it was his hands. Before they got together he vaguely knew Cas’ hands were big and he liked that. But once they were on him? And those long fingers in him? Well, he became obsessed.

Soon he filled up the notepad with sketches of Cas’s eyes, hands, maybe even some NSFW body parts. Eventually he had to get another pad from the front desk because not only was the hunt taking too damn long but he couldn’t stop drawing. 

Dean finishes his shower and heads to his room. He slowly opens the door trying to not wake Cas in the process. He’s unsuccessful. 

Cas stirs from under the covers. “Dean?” His voice was rough from sleep. 

Dean lays next to him, pulling him close. “Yeah, it’s me. Go back to sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

“How many gallons of milk did you get?” he mumbles, sleepy. 

Dean laughs, “More than enough.”

Cas is back asleep before he can say anymore. 

Dean is exhausted but he’s not tired, not yet. He grabs a pad of paper he thankfully has next to his bed. He does want to take more pictures of him but the urge to draw him like this, in his bed, asleep and peaceful is too strong to resist. 

[follineo]

My phone died and I got a new one, check out the quality of the beautiful camera :D

The best camera in my life｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

(normal quality ↓)

Ok and now seriously :[

Yes my phone died actually and I used my old one for a while, but now the new one has finally come to me and I can show some of the successful sketches done on paper!!!

Sheriff with sheep's, I planning to draw this also on digital!! Idk I just think about that idea when I read his quote and this still don't leave my head

Also Owen Rivera and Maybell, because they looked like a loving couple and I wanted to draw them, but I remembered what happened in the story and…. ahem. That didn't stop me from wanting to draw them. In the only art where they are together, he actually looked like he loved her!! HE STILL LOVES HER, I JUST HAD TO DRAW THEM!!!! :[

And that all, I don't have more normal sketches hahah... Sorry

Every character belong to @ghost-qwq !!!

Thanks for your attention :]

[esmeinlove]

Part two - The Intern

‘Esme? Are you there? Do you want to introduce yourself?’ Jen asked innocently.

Esme, unmuted herself, hung up the call to Carlisle. ‘Good morning, everyone, I am Esme, a remote worker. I’ve been with Historical Architects for over a year and started as an intern. I’m currently working towards my master's in historical design, which keeps me very busy.’ Her chest felt tight as she stared at Jonathon Brown's tiny tile. His picture was blurry, and the light quality was awful. It was like a film was over his camera, but the mob of blonde hair and pale skin reminded her of Carlisle. Esme shook her head softly as if to clear her mind. She obviously missed her husband.

‘Thank you, Esme.’ Jens's voice rang out. ‘Esme is one of the interns we just couldn’t let go. Her dedication to historical accuracy is unparalleled. Johnathan, you are lucky to have her taking you under her wing. Why don’t you introduce yourself?’

‘Hey, morning everyone, I’m Johnathon. Thank you for having me. I’m pleased to be here and looking forward to getting started’

‘Carlisle’, she squeaked, luckily on mute. Her jaw dropped as she listened to his voice through her computer speaker. She felt giddy and excited. A mixture of shock and a giggle left her mouth as he continued his introduction. What was he doing?!?

‘Johnathan, great to have you on board. I hope you get what you are looking for with this program. Is something wrong with your camera?’ Jen asked.

‘Oh, apologies. It’s a new laptop, and I haven’t used the camera yet. My old one took a bit of a tumble at the weekend’ as he spoke, he peeled the film off the camera and revealed the face of her century-old lover. His smile was cheeky, his eyes burnt into hers as if it was just her he was looking at. She closed her jaw as she realised it was still open with the state of shock she’d been forced into.

His hair was flopped down, not styled back like it normally was. He looked more like his human age, and she suddenly felt herself grow warm in the centre of her chest. He wore a simple green tee that seemed to cling to his shoulders. Just like she clung to him on her screensaver. She could almost feel his broad shoulders under her palms as she clenched her fists around her knees.

The rest of the meeting dragged by. Plans were made for the week, and all Esme could do was stare at Jonathan Brown. She had tried to call him repeatedly on her phone, but he wouldn’t answer, infuriating her.

The call ended, and Esme had half an hour before a progress meeting with the owners of the Picture House was due. She had her notes ready and her presentation open on her computer, but She sat dumbfounded, staring at the screen. The vibration of her phone on the desk woke her from her reverie. She yanked it up and held it against her ear.

‘Hey love, I’m sorry I was on a work call. You rang me?’ Carlisle's voice was even, not bothered, but to Esme's well-trained ear, she could tell his lips were caught in a smirk.

She hissed at him before she could stop herself. ‘Carlisle, or should I say Johnathon,’ her breath was as harsh as her tone. The surprise had switched to annoyance. ‘What are you playing at?’

‘I missed you, Esme’ he said simply. ‘I wanted to be in your world for a bit’, he sounded sincere with a tinge of slight embarrassment. ‘Besides, you know how much I enjoy watching you work’ his tone had taken a deeper, more sensual tone that made Esme thaw a little to her husband's advances. Her mind flipped through decades of him watching her paint, sketch, and renovate. How he always ended up in the same chair or touching her somehow. She was missing his touch sorely. Maybe this would be thrilling, but it was certainly different for them. The change gave her a boost of confidence to embrace the situation she found herself in.

‘Well…’ she started, leaving him hanging in suspense. ‘I’ll have you know I’m a taskmaster. I won’t have you slacking on the job, Johnathon’ She started to warm up to the idea of having Carlisle under her charge. It was completely out of the blue for her and made her think of Alice, who must have seen this coming. She felt sadness upon thinking of her daughter and decided to call her later. ‘You will have to pretend not to know me. I’m not sure how we are going to pull this off. Thankfully, I haven’t spoken about you Carlisle’

‘Who’s Carlisle?’ He laughed. ‘I like work Esme already’

‘I do have a meeting in 15 minutes, but I can meet you afterwards’

‘As Carlisle or Johnathon?’

‘Johnathon.’ She stated. ‘If you are to accompany me to the Picture House, I will need to catch you up to speed’

‘Yes, ma’am.’ She could imagine him saluting her, drawing the corners of her mouth even higher. He continued in his playful tone, ‘On Zoom, with cameras on, please. I prefer to work seeing you, Esme’

If she could blush, she would. ‘How long is your time with us, Johnathon?’

‘2 weeks, but I may not last that long’

‘2 weeks? I know you can last longer than 2 weeks’ She was brazen with this comment. She knew she was playing a dangerous game when she heard him swallow. There was no doubt in her mind that he went back to Isle Esme in 1981, where time had a completely different meaning. She continued softly, ‘Let’s see how you get on, Johnathon. I have high standards’

‘I know’ was his sure reply. ‘I will do my best to please you’

Esme pressed her thighs together, attempting to quench the pulse of energy that burst through her again. What a Monday morning this is turning out to be.

[justcreatingthings]

Hey there! I wasn't sure if it's alright, but I gotta tell ya I like your Swap!Woodrow design and just had to draw a sketch of it. The idea of the swap is really fun! (Sorry for my phone, I think tumblr is squashing the quality.)

Have a good evening! C:

FEELIN' FERAL WITH JOY RN!! This is ABSOLUTELY alright!! So glad you like my Swap!Woodrow design enough to draw it!! This is BEAUTIFUL and I'm so glad I'm on my computer to view it rn! (Tumblr does squash its quality for the app most times, but it doesn't on the website. Or at least not as much-)

Have a swell rest of your day/night too!!

Thank you so much!!!

[yellowmellow841]

Some sketches from Maths ^^

(sorry bout quality I had to take pictures before the teacher saw my phone-)

[vastunknownsea]

she’s sad cuz she just got roasted by her dad

Sorry for bad quality or something I took this picture with my phone lmao. Anyway, thought I’d jump on the non existent train of fan art and make a quick sketch of our favorite mop-hating girl. Although I had a bit of trouble drawing her emo cut. Next up on the list to draw is… Stanford! this is my first ever post.

Here’s a little extra thing:

Also… if you’re interested… I made a WIP fanfic of Mech Cadets on ao3! It’s called Dead’s Still Standing.

[fiercefauna]

@tiredsn0w sorry I forgot this but I was making content for Afflicted Lands, (my plaguecore universe). It’s not a lot of trouble to post these seeing that I already have all the material, I just didn’t want to overwhelm you with too much stuff at once - to anyone else earlier 2 installments are below. This is a tale about 049 and 6118, containing parts 7 through 9.

The Doctor’s inner monologue might be a bit dense and elaborate, he’s supposed to be an old soul - lol. I wanted it to sound different from the other writing.

Part 7. 

Against a blue-grey hellscape of alien modernism perfected by long practice, a Victorian fever dream stood as a rude imposition beside a sea of plate glass (or some other transparent material) filled with enough greenery to have perhaps once provided the wood used to build it. The extent of the incompetence attributed to him by these inhospitable natives was thrown in to stark clarity by the perceived need of assistance in order to locate such distinct and obvious buildings as these. 

“We think he might have just gone ahead and walked over.” Came Tasha’s voice from the phone. “He self-harms if he gets bored so let him study the samples in the vault, the ones you’ve been saying you need to get rid of. Oh- and he’s extremely recognizable so try to make sure people don’t notice him too much.” 

“Just get the hell back over here and away from the murder mongers next door! I will deal with the alien, just make it back alive!” 

Seedy made sure the cameras were running; seeing the harvest play out in their absence would later give them peace of mind. They noticed a dark shape on one of the monitors and couldn’t help but feel excited. Exotic biology was their secret obsession and this was as exotic as it came. 

“Uh, - Hi!” 

The Doctor looked up from the pamphlet and its incomprehensible extraterrestrial symbols to see that someone had finally arrived in what had seemed like a reception area. Initial conversation with the heavily tattooed and overly friendly alien Ogre was inane. Things became more interesting when botanical samples were offered, and infinitely more interesting when he was lead into a cold room full of pristinely preserved wet specimens. 

Part 8.

First appearances could deceive, this “Seedy” quickly made up for what it lacked in Terrestrial language skills by laying out subject after subject and providing tools. A pair of sketch books were soon filled completely with anatomical explorations of an alternate sphere. Oh, how the ages would envy him! But it was the last and greatest of the items in Seedy’s charge, finally uncovered by the removal and recycling of the rest, that promised a chance at redemption. 

These people didn’t know him, didn’t trust him, clearly did not consider him worthy, and why would they? What was the Asu, but a literal god, the ultimate achievement of a civilization far more ancient than any on Earth? The angel’s perfect immune system had drawn him in initially, only to reveal deeper secrets buried beneath, information that could only be sullied by its expression in images, odors, numbers or words.

As before, the Doctor would need to prove himself. Six hundred years of study could not have been for naught. He would show these people the span of his education, the overall quality of his carefully pruned mind, and the true reach of his capabilities.

“He’s been in there for days, never sits down, has never so much as sampled the homosapien rations I’ve provided, just back and fourth, back and forth. Be sure to at least offer him water now and then.” Tasha fell back on her haunches after peering through the window of the cold vault.

“You think he may take nourishment intravenously?” Offered Forby, knowing full well the size of the undertaking that was. “If he’s some kind of Two like you said, maybe there’s a port on him.” 

“How much tranquilizer do you have? We may need to knock him out to do it.” 

“I was - attempting a joke.” 

“This is serious, if he’s been at this for days with no rest and no water he - he could be dying.” 

“Maybe it’s for the best.” 

“Was that a joke?” 

“Not sure.” 

“Wait a minute what is that?”

Tasha shrugged on a warming suit and slipped into the cold vault, not wanting to interrupt whatever the Doctor was doing with the very large body on the platform, the body Seedy had told her was a kohl. The only other thing it could have been seemed far too absurd to even entertain, there was simply no way for her sibling to have gotten a hold of such a thing. 

Part 9. 

“Tell me that isn’t what it looks like.” She said to Seedy as they brought the Doctor a freshly prepared set of tools. 

“I don’t know. What does it look like?” 

Forby seemed to materialize beside her. The Two had explained that it had actually been infantry and not an assassin like the stereotype implied and that even then, it had found the work distasteful. It would have made a really good assassin though, but now it was acting as her appliance, if not her appendage. Things these last few days had just gotten - done. It disturbed her to think what having the Two at their beck and call did to the minds of Federation Aven. 

“Get the Doctor out of here, Forby, this is way over his head.”

The Doctor was swept away quickly. Tasha suspected the element of surprise and the use of that handy syringe. 

“Seedy, where did you get that?”

“The neighbors picked up some movement in the marshes and, assuming their Federation friends were up to something sneaky - kaboom. Next thing you know they got a - problem.”

“Did they tell you to get the transmitter out of the body?” 

“I don’t know anything about a transmitter, I just assumed the body might be valuable but, keeping it any longer is a bit risky so I’ve been letting our friend take a gander. He’s an alien who doesn’t know shit about local politics and he’s famous so I thought he’d be immune.”

“These things are people Seedy, I’ve spoken with them.” 

“But they’re kind of slow right? Can’t do anything but hunt and farm, don’t have any tech?”

“You are a farmer Seedy, and no, the’ve wanted access to tech for years, the Federation tells them it will blow their cover.” 

“Why are you going ‘full-disclosure’ on me now, Sib?”

“Because the Federation keeps track of these things and gets murderous when they’re killed by One’s!”

“Wouldn’t it help if these guys officially existed?” 

“The Federation thinks people will eat them.” 

“What!?” 

“Historically One’s seem to have had a cannibalism habit. Not just with the big Zeros but - the tradition of hunting Zeros seems to have held out longer.” 

“Dark shit, but it explains a lot, interesting though. I probably should have worked for the Feds. You get to know so much.” 

“It was mostly because I wanted to go to Earth that I schmoozed the government. Afterward they made me an “Earth Person” and I played along. Why do you think I get to carry tiny dogs around and call myself Tasha?”

“Cause - you’re cool?” Offered Seedy.

“We’re wasting time. We need to get the transmitter out of that body.” 

“What’s this?” Seedy picked up a long tube of clear liquid, containing a silver capsule and an attached wire. Tasha embraced her sibling, ran out of the vault and into her own laboratory where she thoroughly disinfected the probe, and changed its fluid, not knowing exactly what the Doctor had used. 

Seedy swirled the transmitter in it’s new home. “Now what?”

“We need to grab a big animal of the type that roams a lot, plant the tracker and let it go. By the time it’s discovered, the wardens will assume it was their mistake, wrong tracker - wrong species.”

Before leaving, Tasha checked on Forby and the Doctor. “Can we get anyone else? I don’t think this guy should be left with only one handler.” 

Ethics aside, drugging 049 had provided the perfect opportunity to administer first aid for severe dehydration. It was educated guesswork aided by her experience with humans and information from the neighbors.

“I’ll do my best. Is the situation as bad as you say? Sorry, I overheard.”

“Just be sure your helmet doesn’t have active spyware.” 

Though Tasha had never seen Forby’s face, a face was probably there, perhaps gaunt and pale like the famous 5a82 and hopefully not entirely replaced by a contraption of cartilage and chitin as it was for the figure on the bed. Barracks once used to hide fugitives had been refurnished for a houseguest who, till now, had seen very little use for them.

“Don’t worry, the rebels did a bunch of stuff to it when I was loaned out, I’m sure it’s quite safe, at least from the Feds.” 

Forby followed Tasha and Seedy as far as possible without loosing sight of the, hopefully sleeping, Doctor. An alarm buzzed from its side satchel. One did not ignore a call from the Asu.

[duskterrace]

local ghost spotted posting intro five days late, anomaly muns claim. many express shock over ghost's sudden appearance. ✩ ( let's pretend this is introduction is actually on time and i wasn't panicked about how little i had ready lmao)

sorry for the super late introduction guys and thank you admins for being so understanding with me and my sweet summer child ! hi everyone ! ✩ im ghost ( they/them, 21+, est ) sleepy and back from the afterlife to offer up seo jinsol, your local 23 year old disaster astronomy major with the ability to manipulate the presence of yin and yang within themselves ! i've been so excited for this rp, and i honestly cant wait to start plotting with everyone. everything you could possibly need on jinsol is below, along with some headcanons and wanted plots! my discords available for anyone who needs it ( and pls need it tumblrs ims will be the death of me ). pls send a dm or leave a like if you'd like to plot so i can race over and gush over your muse(s) !

ㅤ STATS   |  ABILITY   | BIO (U/C)   |  PLOTS | PINTEREST  | PLAYLIST

✩ BASIC INFORMATION.

name seo jinsol  ╱ age twenty3 ╱ pronouns he/they/she ╱ gender possibly ╱ birthday december 13, 1999 ╱ birthchart sagittarius sun aquarius moon leo rising ╱ hometown hongdae, seoul ╱ orientation bisexual, androsexual lean  ╱ personality outgoing, playful, confident, thrill-seeking, sarcastic, impulsive, stubborn, hot-tempered, curious ╱ faceclaim choi san ( ateez ) & hwang yeji ( itzy ) ╱ character inspo post ponytail zuko & sokka ( atla ), jordan li ( gen v ), beast boy & starfire ( dc titans )

✩ HEADCANONS. tw: far too many avatar the last airbender references.

raised with manners, so they're very respectful. especially of their elders and women. they don't eat first when elders are present, they offer assistance with tasks ( normally being the first to jump to help someone ), they tend to offer to listen to someones worries, etc.

since their power is based on internal balance an yin and yang, they can be found doing a lot of activities around campus to clear their mind from time to time. ranging from yoga in the morning, to sketching, jogging, endurance workouts, forcing themself to relax, and burning incense. think uncle iroh but as a modern day, 23 year old college student. when their energy ( chi ) isn't balanced, they experience disharmony, a very tiring process that causes the typical results of disharmony except ... personified. so gender switching to female, being depressed, stressed and anxious with tummy issues ( normal hot girl sh*t imo ) all at the same time and against their will etc.

contrary to how i explain them, they are not as calm, collected nor as wise as uncle iroh. they more so have the personality of zuko, around when he started being hot and also sokka. so sarcastic, awkward, still a hot head, playfully, clumsy, and always cracking a joke or two. the vibes of a beloved leader that probably shouldn’t be leading.

they're wanderlust coded. i have this weird headcanon of them, where its a day off and they just turn off their phone at night and go for a walk in the city and just exist, looking at the city lights, sitting and looking at the river, grabbing ice cream even though its cold out side and then eventually heading back to the dorms as if they didn't just disappear for a few hours without a word. they definitely do this often too, while eating some cheap buy buy one get one snack they bought at the a convenience store.

despite how they may act sometimes, they love skinship; on that note, physical touch & quality time are their love languages.

silly but their side of the dorm follows the rules of feng shui and they’d probably playfully nag their roommate ( or any friend really ) to let them just to rearrange one of their things so their stuff fits in the room a little better.

following the ( TW ) death of their grandmother, they fell into the deepest depression and stopped wearing the patch for a while, ( no longer than a month ). the extremely negative emotions they faced kept them female the entire time, but soon enough they caught feelings for someone. feeling happier, they started the went back on the patch again. in the crudest tldr; they got their heart broken pretty badly. they decided to go off of the nullivi patch one last time after falling head over heels for a normal person. the showed them their ability, and just to be completely truthful about who they were, they shifted. it backfired pretty quickly and they were shunned, shamed and rejected. this is one incident they still struggle with letting go, and it currently affects how they view / form relationships.

they don't hate nullivi but they don't like it either. it messes with their internal balance which can make it tough to use their powers later and requires a pretty strict regimen when off of nullivi to balance their energies again.

They actively seek connections. They’d give anything to connect and have someone understand them, deeply and intrinsically without feeling like they’re being judged for who they are. They want to be able to open up and have someone see them for them; for whats really the inside and not just whats the outside, no matter what form they may take.

* more coming soon, only one braincell is on shift tonight .

✩ WANTEDPLOTS. *more plots en route.

CRUSH : it starts with those shy glances across the room and before they know it , all of a sudden all of the songs they listen to were about your muse. for some reason, your muse has caught jinsol's eye. your muse gives them butterflies, hope even, but they don't call it a crush for nothing. ( possible routes: unrequited & requited ) SPRING FLING : what you had was quick and fun, and meaningless. in the end, there was a clear agreement from both sides that it was no strings attached, hence a clean break was expected. so why does it feel weird watching you walk by them without a word? and why does it sting to see you with someone else? THE DREADED GROUP PROJECT : lets be real, no one in this group ever really liked each other. Since the start of the semester they've kept a pretty good distance from each other, but despite their best efforts, this year they share a class and even worse they've been partnered together for a group project. their final grade is literally dependent on them working together and fast. will they do suck it up long enough to pass ? ( 0 / 2 ) A RIVAL : no need for formalities here. this is someone they just can't seem to see eye to eye with. your muse is someone who sees their presence as a threat and/or vice versa. it could be a friendly rivalry, or a genuine grudge filled feud. whatever it is, bring on the angst ! ( * would be great for rival muses in other rally houses )  TRAINER:  someone they can honestly throw down with. as a member of samjoko, they're constantly trying to find new ways to use their abilities to their advantage. whether its through regular hand to hand combat or testing the limits of their powers, they crave the power to propel samjoko's reputation further and feel like its their sole responsibility to harness said power. EX: a recent ex that broke them / or / the person they broke . the first person they sorta came out to about everything. their playlist has to be full of sad-ish songs for a reason right? this person is the reason, the reason for their glow up in public, and glow down in private. the break up could've been they're fault, could've been the other persons. all they know is... they hate that they still think about your muse as often as they do.  OTHERS : fellow members of samjoko, other residents in blue dorm, the usual fwb/ewb, enemies, childhood friend, friend groups, acquaintances, roommate etc connections. maybe people in the same major/classes, or another club of some kind?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDo you wish to make a connection?        ▶︎ YES.ㅤㅤㅤ NO.

[waywardwizzard]

Mearbern Cove

Copic markers, Micron pens

This is a quick sketch I did while waiting for orientation to end

It's based on an idea I had for a new DnD campaign I'm working on

Also, sorry about the bad quality photo, my phone sucks💀 If you tap on the image it looks better